The Fairy Diary Day 51 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in:

I was wakened from a deep sleep by a dream that continued in my conscious state. 

Or perhaps I just thought I had awakened. 

In the dream I was cocooned in my bedroom one minute and in the next I was on a strange jumble of a mountain being blown against its craggy rocks by a whirlwind of rain. 

When lightning began flashing I turned my back and hugged the stones against the following crash of thunder. 

Time seemed to stand still with the storm rolling on interminably. 

I remember feeling soaked to the skin, but not cold. Though I should have been. 

Then at some point I realized that my surroundings were exactly like Meribabell had written about in his diary. And the next instant I was back in my room wet from sweat not rain.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 7

The dreams were such that I did not connect them at all to the book on my shelf. From what I can remember they were ordinary fare in so far as dreams go. They even had twists at the end. But I did remark that they were much more vivid. They lingered like a half remembered fragrance.  

Thus they continued until a day came and they were accompanied by scrolling text. 

I believe that first occurred when my frustration with the lock on the book was at its height. 

The letters of the text were not any I recognized. 

I hang my head and admit my dullness – for it took the longest time for me to understand that the same five letters appeared over and over again above the image of the lock that floated in and out of my dreams.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 11

With much timidity I offer up my latest discovery. It has given me no rest these past few months. My selfish desire looms over this decision. For I would rather not share and keep it solely to myself.

But the other voice won’t suffer that to be. And calls out incessantly to be let out and allowed to breathe and to walk about.

Yet I think I will wait.

Until tomorrow.

I promise.